Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 204 Carl's Choice

Carl had a dream. In the dream, he returned to the village and put on the clothes of a serf again. He stood at the entrance of the empty village and suddenly heard the alarm bell ringing. Then knights in iron armor and helmets rushed into the village and began to slaughter. He saw villagers being cut down one by one. He didn't know any of them, but they seemed very familiar. Then a beautiful woman fell at his feet, and he felt distressed. When the knight began to raise his sword at him, he ran away. He fled into the forest desperately, stumbling, and the neighing of the warhorse was chasing him.

When he ran to a hillside, he tripped over vines and then rolled down all the way to a ruin, where he saw the black sword, stuck in a grave, the blade exuding an ominous aura. Then he heard the sound of iron boots landing behind him, and the knight got off his horse, drew his sword, and walked towards him step by step.

In panic, he drew out the black sword, but was met with a laugh from the knight. Then he saw the other party rushing towards him with the sword raised. Out of the instinct for survival, he could only swing his sword to meet the attack... He forgot how the battle started, and how he won. When he reacted, he saw that the black sword had pierced the knight's chest. The latter had his eyes wide open with an expression of disbelief, and blood kept flowing, soaking the sword.

Then he heard a neutral voice: "Fred, from today on you are Ford von Walter. The King of Vampires!"

Then he woke up, and a burst of urgent horn sounded above the camp, which suddenly woke him up. It was the horn of attack. He was startled and rushed out of the tent. He saw the fire in the distance had illuminated the night sky, and the figures of orcs could be vaguely seen approaching the camp like ghosts under the flames.

"Enemy attack, orcs are coming!" The soldiers' shouts came one after another, and the camp suddenly fell into chaos.

"Everyone, gather the defense line!" Carl shouted loudly, but his voice was soon drowned out by the noise of the battlefield. The soldiers had not yet recovered from the disastrous defeat, but they were caught off guard by the sudden night attack. Their morale was low, their actions were slow, and some even began to flee.

"retreat!"

"There are too many enemies!"

Desperate cries filled the air, braziers were overturned, tents were smashed, and chaos spread among the crowd.

And at this moment, he heard Alia's voice, like a heat wave breaking through the chaotic battlefield:

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

Then he saw the red figure of a girl appear in the crowd. She held a flaming sword in her hand and rushed into the enemy camp like lightning. Columns of flame shot up into the sky. The raging fire burned in the crowd of orcs, instantly tearing apart the enemy's offensive. Many orcs were engulfed by the flames and wailed in pain.

At the same time, Nura rushed into the battlefield without hesitation, the ice spear in her hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight. She moved quickly, shuttling between the enemy lines, leaving thin sheets of ice on the ground wherever she went. She swung the ice spear, bringing gusts of cold wind, and the sharp icicles hit the enemy's vital points.

The appearance of the two men relieved the pressure around the camp. The soldiers stopped fleeing and began to fight hard, temporarily putting aside the fear in their hearts.

"For the tribe, for the Great Khan!" Noura roared, and the ice spear stabbed out with a gust of cold wind. Alia was not to be outdone, and swung her long sword, and the flames swept like a torrent.

Although the two men performed extremely bravely, the soldiers around them were not optimistic. Most of them were just ordinary people and did not have the incredible abilities of the two men. They appeared weak and helpless in front of the orcs. People were constantly torn to pieces and the front line began to retreat unconsciously.

Carl stood aside, quietly watching the fighting on the battlefield. He saw Alia and Noura fighting hard, and the soldiers resisting in despair. He knew very well that this would not work. Humans were too weak, and it was only a matter of time before they would fail against the orcs. The orcs fought more and more bravely, and seemed to have no signs of fatigue at all, while his own morale had been completely worn out by the successive defeats.

Perhaps killing the chieftain is the only way now. As long as the chieftain is killed, they will start fighting among themselves. His eyes unconsciously looked towards the corner of the tent. The black sword seemed to be flashing a faint light, as if responding to his call.

He thought of the dream again, Ford von Walter, the king of vampires. Before he raised the black sword, he was just a serf, and he had never held a weapon in his life... But he quickly shook his head, what on earth was he thinking? He had seen Ford's end. When he rushed into the other side's castle, he saw the corpse sitting on the lord's seat, neither alive nor dead. And there was a group of evil vampires, oppressing the humans in his territory. The entire Walter territory was full of death and evil...

A sudden noise interrupted Carl's thoughts. He suddenly came to his senses and saw that the perimeter of the camp had begun to collapse, and the soldiers were retreating step by step. Although Alia and Noura were still fighting in the front, their strength seemed to be on the verge of limit.

The situation was so bad that they seemed to be defeated again. What should they do after this defeat? In the end, the Great Khan could only go south. He couldn't even find a suitable excuse to persuade the other side to give up. And this would be the beginning of the end of the human race...

Thinking of this, he suddenly made up his mind, turned around quickly, and returned to his tent while no one was paying attention. After entering the tent, his eyes were fixed on the black sword wrapped in cloth. His fingers trembled slightly, but he finally reached out to grab the hilt and tore off the black cloth.

The moment the black sword appeared in his hand, a cold force instantly surged into his body. The sword emitted an ominous black light, as if it could swallow all the darkness. Carl felt his breathing become rapid, his heartbeat began to speed up, and the force seemed to have life, penetrating into every cell of his body.

At this moment, he seemed to feel something. He could directly feel the presence of Isabel, the Third Prince Gareth, and the remaining blood-sucking monsters... He knew where they were and even what they were doing. He could talk to them if he wanted.

Carl gripped the black sword tightly, and then called softly:

"Isabelle..."

As he called, a black bat jumped up from the woods not far from the camp, flew into the camp when no one was paying attention, flew straight into his tent, and then turned into a human form.

Isabel appeared in front of him and knelt on one knee respectfully: "Isabel von Walter, I welcome the new king~"

Carl gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and stared at the female vampire silently. He could see a hint of unwillingness in her eyes, but she still remained respectful, as if some force was restraining her and preventing her from disobeying herself.

After looking for a while, he finally said, "Obey the king's order and defeat the orcs with me."

Isabel first raised her head and glared at him, then lowered her head again and replied in a respectful voice:

"As you wish, Master."

……

It was unknown how long the battle lasted, but when Arya felt that she was approaching her limit, she saw the orcs retreating. After killing countless people, they began to leave the camp in an orderly manner.

She panted, wiped the blood from her cheek, and then looked at Noura:

"we won."

"It's only temporary~" Princess Snow was equally exhausted. She shook her head and thrust the ice spear into the ground to support her body.

"We can't go on like this. We have to plan a new strategy. Carl will definitely find a way."

Noura nodded in agreement: "Let's go back to the tent and check on his condition."

The two quickly crossed the camp and ran towards Carl's tent. Along the way, they saw many soldiers supporting each other and treating their wounds. The firelight reflected the fatigue and despair on everyone's face. The whole camp was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. The orcs' night attack completely destroyed their morale. This night was undoubtedly a heavy blow.

"Carl!" Alia shouted as they approached the camp, then she opened the tent and was stunned.

The tent was empty. The map on the table was still spread out, the candlelight was still flickering, but Carl was nowhere to be seen.

"He's not here!" the girl cried out, her tone full of surprise and anxiety. She looked around but couldn't find any trace.

"He left us? No, that's impossible~" Noura said halfway and started shaking her head, denying her own thoughts.

"He can't leave at this time," Alia shouted, "...unless..."

The two looked at each other, feeling uneasy.